Show I MOTHER OF MINE MINI BY D DR JAMES I. I VANCE Founder of Interchurch World Movement Movement Movement Move Move- ment and Chairman Federal Council Council Coun Coun- cil dl Churches of America M ten l en are largely what their mothers make them This is said to be true of ot physiques theIr it is certainly true of ci their characters The mother Is the thet first priest of the soul In her race lace t Is our ourI I earliest vision of heaven and and andIn andin I I In her love love do we find our sweetest I and most comforting revelation ol of God He Is a a. strange man who must be urged to h honor nor the memory of his mother a cheap man who tries to ex excuse excuse excuse ex- ex cuse his own shortcomings by reflecting reflecting reflect reflect- ing on his mothers mother's training and a brute who Is ever anything but bul thoughtful and considerate of her who placed her own life in jeopardy to give him being How the memory of mother steals steal over us us' us It sings itself like Ilke a song into the tired heart It falls falls' like Ilke a benediction from rom heaven on on human need It changes gray to gold in the cold cloud of a stormy sky and packs the night of disappointment with stars of hope In this changing and restless life Ilfe there is one thing that Is as steady as the shining of f the sun A mothers mother's love ove knows no variableness n neither I shadow of turning It will wUl wills pay any price endure endur any sacrifice face any peril bear any shame and die wIthout wIthout without with wIth- out a murmur for a child A man can always be sure of one friend frIend hIs his his' mother The world may turn him down but sh she stands by him Society may lose faith in him buIn but bu butIn butin In the face of all of-all all the doubts that may may blacken his name she bell believes eves In him When there is nothing left of his palace palace pal pal- ace of hope hope- but the ashes his mother mothe comes and sits with him there in the gloom and whispers hope and bids him play the man and heartens his very soul until before he knows it he heIs heis heis is building castles in the air again She may have crossed the silent river but he is sure she has not forgotten for for- for for- gotten if It the dead can think o of ot us its mother is thinking of her children i ithe it If the dead can pray she is keeping th the theold theold old vigil In th the hallowed silence o of memory we can see her dear face and heaven is never so near as when the radiant mantle manUe of a mothers mother's Influence in influence influence in- in fluence falls about our life |